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It took me two years to finally get Dustin and King’s story written for the Underground Series, but I finally had a chance to do it and I’m happy with how it came out. I hope the Protection Detail guys liked as much as the guys from Special Teams and Emergency Services.

Thank you to Jessica for hosting a post for Protection Detail!

Dom Dustin Lefevre works hard and plays harder. He attends the Underground Club whenever he can and is always very much in demand by the unattached subs. After one such evening, he runs into King Tamber, the Dom who taught him everything he knows. King and Dustin parted ways after several years of King teaching Dustin how to be the best Dom he can be.

Now, King has come back into Dustin’s life with a new proposal. He wants to recreate Dustin’s club scenes with Dustin in the submissive role. Dustin doesn’t understand why King would want to do scenes with him again, but King is very persuasive and Dustin finds that he can’t resist. Now all Dustin has to do is figure out how to continue without having his heart broken.

Meanwhile, King has regretted parting ways with Dustin every day. Seeing Dustin working the subs at the club has given him an idea of how he can connect with Dustin again. He knows he screwed up with Dustin when they last parted and he can only hope that through his new plan, he can woo Dustin and ensure they both get the happy ending they deserve.

Excerpt

“The new rule is that whatever you do in a scene at the club, I’ll do to you.”

“What?” He shook his head. “Stop playing around.”

“I’m not playing, Dusty. I think it would be good for you to go through what you put your subs through. It reminds you of how intense this is for them. Reminds you what each of the sensations is.”

“I’m a good Dom!” Was that what this was about? Had someone complained about him? If they had, how come Daniel or Chris hadn’t come to him?

Fuck.

Fuck.

He’d thought the Underground was a place he was wanted, welcomed. He played all over and no one had been weird; subs always wanted to play with him.

King reached out and took his hand. “Stop. I can see your mind going a million miles an hour. This isn’t because you’ve done anything wrong. Quite the contrary, you’re an amazing Dom. I bet if you asked the subs to line up in front of either you or me, you’d have the longer line. This is entirely between you and me.” King sat back as their waitress brought their drinks.

“Your burgers’ll be up soon.”

“Thanks.” King nodded to her, then sat forward again, resuming his explanation. “This is about you and me.”

“You and me?” There was no him and King. Hadn’t ever been. Not really. “What are you up to? I know the subs tonight would want you.” He didn’t understand.

“I’m not doing it because I think I’m unlovable or anything like that, Dusty. I believe it would be an interesting experiment. Fascinating, even. I’m a Dom’s Dom after all.”

“I’m not… That’s not for me, man.” Christ, that was still creepy, how King always knew what he was thinking. He’d never figured that out.

One of King’s eyebrows went up. “Liar.” That was all he said. That one word and one eyebrow, the look in King’s eyes.

“King…” This was totally not what he had expected out of his day, out of this scene.

“Are you telling me that the idea doesn’t have any appeal whatsoever?” King sounded like he didn’t think that could possibly be true.

“I don’t bottom anymore, King. Ever.”

“Of course not—you’re a Dom. You don’t bottom for subs. I’m not a sub. But if you’re honest with yourself, you’ll admit you want to abide by my new rule.”

The coffee and Coke were on the table, and he hid in the steam, in the familiar actions of adding a bit of cream to his coffee. He wasn’t used to this anymore—this uncertainty, this confusion.

King lounged there, watching him, not letting him escape that piercing gaze.

“So what brought this up?” he finally asked.

“Honestly? I miss you. I miss what we had.”

“But I’m not a Dom-in-training anymore. You said yourself that we were getting too intense.” Dustin hadn’t been the one to decide he had learned all he could from King.

“We were getting extremely intense. But I was wrong to think that was a bad thing. I can keep you sharp, keep you on your toes. I can remind you that every now and then you need to fly too.”

“This was not a discussion I’d expected to have, my friend. Not ever.” He knew King, and the man was not the kind of guy to change his mind about things.

“It’s not one I’d expected to have, either. But like I said, I miss you. I miss our intensity. I want to do this. I want to watch you do a scene with a sub, and then I want to do it with you.”

“So what, once a month we have a scene?” Because King didn’t know about the Friday night club. Or the Saturday night club. “I don’t know, man. I’m not sure I’m up for bottoming.” Besides, he didn’t have sex with his subs. He wanted to share orgasms with King, not scenes.

“Whenever you do a scene, you come see me and tell me about it. We get our rocks off over it, then the next night, I do you in the same scene. It’s win-win.”

“No way. You see me do a scene, then we can talk about it,” he countered.

“I see you do a scene, we talk about it, we get off, I do you in the same scene.” It looked like King wasn’t budging on doing the scene with him in the sub role.

“If I safeword, we’re done, and no matter what, we’re still friends afterward.” He’d just safeword and let King get over this nonsense. He didn’t want to lose a chance to… “You know what, no. No, this is a dumb idea.”

“The safeword is sacrosanct, of course I’d stop, and we’d still be friends. But it isn’t a dumb idea. Not at all. It’s a way for us to play, Dusty. Don’t you want to play with me?” King asked.

“Yeah. I’ve missed you, man.” But King knew that.

“Then let’s play. Let’s make the new rule. Let’s get intense,” King said.

“I still think this is a dangerous idea.”

“I know it’s a dangerous idea. That’s a part of the appeal.” King’s voice had gone a little rough, like talking about this was turning him on.

“So how many other men have you tried this pitch on?” He wasn’t sure what the hell King’s endgame was, but he wanted to know.

King leaned forward. “Give me a year. Twelve months and then we can revisit.”

“A year?” What? King was home for a month? Maybe two? And King only knew about the monthly Underground meetings, not the others. So he’d make sure any scenes there were easy, and he’d get a chance to get off with his fantasy man.

“That’s right—twelve months.” King still had hold of his hand, the heat searing, burning into his skin.

“This is a mistake.” He was hard as a rock.

“If you really believed that, you’d have given me a flat-out no when we first started this conversation.”

“Blame it on the shock. One year. Can we just eat now?”

“We totally can.” King sat back and grabbed a fry, munching away.

About the Author

Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf–loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used book stores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.

Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.